“Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,”
from Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II (graciously brought to my attention by Every Day Poems)
I have already been taken and cut out in little stars,
but I’m still alive. I still shine.
Sometimes I twinkle as if to say, “See how I love you!”
but I can’t keep away the clouds, the wintry mix.
Look up. I am there. You just can’t see me.